I didn't write last night, but I did volunteer, and sleep. Equally worthy uses of my time at this point. I saw someone from my past for lunch today. That was interesting. She was different than I thought she would be. In a good way. I wonder if she would say the same thing about me. Just once I would love to be a fly on the wall when a few people were talking about me. You can't *really* ever look at yourself from someone else's point of view. It's unfortunate, because having the ability to do so could probably benefit most people.